Pursuing the Love of the Widower

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Gendhis went through the day uninspired. He who is usually cheerful and jokes a lot, this time more silent and mused, until the working hours ended. Gendhis tidied up his photography equipment, assisted by Arif. Once tidy, he simply left the room without saying goodbye to anyone.

Gendhis destination at that time was the Manggala room on the top floor. It just so happened that the door was open, so he just knocked slowly before stepping inside. There it turns out that Hery and Sinta were seriously discussing something with Manggala.

But the tense face of the editor-in-chief of Nirwana Media immediately melted when he saw the figure of the lover standing in the doorway. “Dhis, come on in,” invite Manggala sumringah.

Meanwhile, Gendhis was forced to put on a cheerful face and full of smiles. Especially when I say warm. Gendhis approached Sinta and sat down next to him. “Where are you, Dhis?” whispered Sinta as she brought her lips closer to Gendhis's ears.

“Alhamdulillah healthy, Ma'am,” reply Gendhis shrivel. “Still yes, already nanyain the condition of my papa,” he added while occasionally his eyes glanced at Manggala who again had a serious conversation with Hery.

“Ah, like anyone, Dhis,” Sinta laughed softly while patting Gendhis arm gently. “Oh, yes. When was the day Mr. Manggala asked for help me to choose a parcel for your papa. How's it? Suitable, no?”

“Cocord, Ma'am. Papa likes very much the pillow pijitnya,” replied Gendhis.

“Thank God, if suitable,” said Sinta with a face that looks really sincere.

“Mbak ... go out alone with Angga?” ask Gendo carefully.

Sinta's beautiful voice was suddenly shocked. A moment later, he showed a guilty look. “Iya, Dhis. You mind, huh? Sorry, yes. Mr. Manggala is forcing. I don't feel good to refuse,” Sinta regretted.

“Nothing really, Ma'am. Really,” Gendhis smiled widely to hide the uncomfortable feeling in the chest. “So, Ma'am later wear what dress?” ask Gendhis again to divert the conversation.

“Not thought, Dhis. Still busy managing the event as well as after party,” said Sinta.

“If we both shop how?” cetus Gendez. “We are looking for a good dress with a sloping price.”

“Bby!” serang Sinta enthusiast. A moment later, he shut his mouth tightly upon realizing that his voice was too loud, to the point that Manggala and Hery turned their heads towards him. “Eh, ma-sorry, sir,” said Sinta terbala, which was not responded to by Manggala at all.

“When Mbak Sinta has free time?” ask Genthis.

“Tomorrow home from work, how? Coincidentally tomorrow I no longer have coverage,” bargain Sinta.

“Sip!” Gendo lifted both his thumbs. “Tomorrow, yes.”

“OK!” Sinta lifted her thumb, then she pointed right in front of Gendhis face.

“So, our discussion is finished, yes,” said Manggala suddenly, making Gendhis and Sinta immediately turn to the beautiful man.

“We continue tomorrow morning,” break up Manggala while standing up from his seat. A body language that can be interpreted well by Hery and also Sinta. The two men also stood up, then greeted Manggala.

After nodding respectfully, Hery and Sinta walked out of the room. Sinta turned her head to Gendhis, then waved her hand.

“Dah, do not forget tomorrow, yes,” the mouth of Gendhis komat-kamit while replying to the wave of Sinta.

“OK,” timpal Sinta before disappearing behind the door.

“Do you make the same agreement as Sinta?” unexpectedly, Manggala was already standing behind Gendhis. The man also wrapped both his hands around the lover's slender waist.

“Eh, Ngga. I'm not sure Ma'am Sinta bought a party dress. Tomorrow, after work,” replied Gendhis as he turned and faced Manggala.

“Hm, where do you want to shop?” chase that long-haired guy.

“Ndon't know. Sinta's mother who memorized Bandung area. I follow you,” Gendhis grimaces funny. One small thing that can make Manggala anxious. As usual, Gendhis ranum lips became the target of Manggala's goldenness.

“Udah, Ngga,” Gendhis face flushed due to the treatment of her future husband. A terrible kiss and heart pounding that crazy, causing Gendhis difficulty breathing oxygen. He was forced to unravel Manggala's embrace while keeping his face away from the lover.

Instead of feeling guilty, Manggala even cracked up. He relented and retreated slowly, then returned to his desk. The sturdy man's attitude was so relaxed when opening the first drawer. From there, he took out a platinum credit card and handed it to Gendhis.

“Wear this, Dhis. Shopping tomorrow. Find a nice dress, yeah. You see, at the awards ceremony later, we will both be highlighted by the national media. You have to appear to be the prettiest,” said Manggala with soft and loving eyes.

“No need, Ngga. Not good,” Gendhis instead handed the credit card back to Manggala.

“Emang is not good, Dhis. Credit cards are not to be eaten, but spent,” Manggala is giving the credit card to the future wife again.

“It is not so, Ngga. I shop with Sinta Ma'am. Pity her if I can freely buy fancy dresses, while she does not,” reject Gendhis. The card he gave back to Manggala.

“Dhis, his credit card must be dizzy if thrown continuously,” Manggala try to joke. “Look it, you pay Sinta too, so there is no need to feel guilty,” her advice.

“Bayarin Mbak Sinta?” repeat Gendhis with a hard-to-understand look.

“Ya, than you feel bad with Sinta,” said Manggala relaxed.

“Actually you have any relationship with Sister Sinta before I enter this office?” a question that Manggala did not expect.

“Kok suddenly you just so?” Manggala scrunched his forehead.

Instead of answering, Genphis shrugged her shoulders. He who initially stood a bit far away, chose to sit in a chair that was right in front of the Manggala work desk. Gendhis sat down and crossed his legs. “News dong, Ngga. I am very curious and want to know your past. Don't let me know after we're married,” urges Gendhis. His tone did sound flat, but full of emphasis.

“I don't think the timing is right, Dhis. Later just finished the award ceremony and gala dinner,” bargain Manggala.

Gendhis can catch the nervous attitude that Manggala can hide well with. The man rests his hips on the edge of the table while folding his hands on his chest. While his gaze was softly fixed on Gendhis.

“What is your relationship with Mbak Sinta like first?” Genphis seems to have never given up.

Manggala exhaled a long breath in the face of Gendhis persistence. “Don't I ever tell you, Dhis?” said carefully.

“Not yet,” Gendhis shook his head strongly. “You are a piece of the story. I don't understand,” is good.

“Sinta used to intern here. But his potential looks so brilliant. I decided to appoint him as a permanent employee. He also often discussed with me every time I finished covering. Sometimes I have to prevent him from being too critical. It can be dangerous for a journalist who is too frontal. Safety is sometimes at stake,” explained Manggala at length.

“Only that?” Gendhis smiled cynically.

“Only that!” manggala. “Sinta is a smart and reliable co-worker. Outside the office, we were friends. Just a friend!”

“Oh,” a short response slides from the lips of Genthis. He realized that he would not be able to dig deeper information from Manggala, so the only way is to find out everything through Sinta.

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